Kolivan met his gaze for one long second and said, with all the weariness of a man who had made some truly catastrophic alliances in his time, “You are the most unserious people I have ever had the misfortune of knowing.”

Then he stayed. Traitor.

Matt, apparently taking that as official sanction, nodded once to himself and pressed play.

“My Heart Will Go On” started up through the speaker.

The room lost its mind.

Lance made a noise of pure disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

“Shh,” said Matt, already a little misty-eyed. “Show some goddamn respect.”

“Respect for what?”

“For what we lost.”

“It’s hair!”

From the fic Asterism, by @pendragonsgallery

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(and some others)

'Cause, baby,

I'm Just a scared and lonely rider.

Final part of my If I Leave Animatic

Bones 🩻

“The rebel was crouched low at the base of one of the cannon housings, one gauntleted hand buried in the open seam of the weapon system while blue light raced up his arm. For one impossible second the bones of his forearm flashed visible through skin or plating or something in between, lit from within by a current so bright it made Keith’s breath catch”

Chapter 32 of @pendragonsgallery , asterism

Ephimeral.

Part 6 of my If I Leave Animatic